Is It Over Yet?
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wholetjackdrive:

during my freshman year of high school, i got voted to be on the homecoming court. that was cool until i heard that one of the more popular girls started crying because she didn’t get it. i figured standing on a float, waving to strangers, and looking pretty wasn’t really my thing. i felt bad for her so i gave it up to her. she then turned around and spread the rumor that “it was just a miscount” and that pretty much sums up high school for me.

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The sun rose sprinting towards someday, and I am only just now catching up.
Sunday brought overripe peaches and virgin mimosas, and I fucked a stranger again.
Somewhere there are a lot of fathers crying in cold churches— hung heads, tie nooses,
and abuse is all too real.
Somehow before dinner you’ll manage to fall in love with the dagger slyly placed beside the dessert plate, and it will cut you
cherry red, tart so sweetly.
Sometimes it hurts, and you like it.
Sometimes it doesn’t hurt, and you go to sleep scared.
Every time you bleed, and the blood keeps bleeding
and the blood gets bloodier, and its pretty to look at.
For a long time I thought there was something wrong
until the wrong felt right,
until the dark looked bright,
so I turned the lights off and licked my fingers clean.When Everything Tastes Good But Nothing Is Filling | Derek Deyling (via thedbldee)
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glitterweave:

maitrebate:

ive been on this website for 4 years, lord knows ive seen some shit but this is without question the WILDEST thing i have ever laid eyes upon

WHY DIDNT THE PERSON HELP HER
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darshanapathak:

Raise your hand if you’re straddling the line between crippling anxiety and not giving any fucks about anything

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How weird it is to think I used to not know of your existence. I somehow lived my life without ever knowing you were a person. Once we met though, god I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since. It’s hard to imagine I used to be able to live my life without you consuming my head with thoughts.kmr (disastrous-heartache)
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seventeenandinsatiable alittleballofhate
The best times to kiss a girl

abraesive:

When she’s babbling on about something. When you’re arguing. When you see her. When you’re with her. When you’re with your friends. When she cries. When shes happy. When she does something you love. After you ask her out. After she says she loves you. After you just kissed her. Before you leave. My point is, whenever you get the chance to kiss her, kiss her. It makes her feel loved. 

if you kiss me when we’re arguing i will punch you straight in the fucking jaw

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Sure,
I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow
glass, but that comes later.
And the part where I push you
flush against the wall and every part of your body rubs against the bricks,
shut up
I’m getting to it."Litany in Which Certain Things are Crossed Out" | Richard Siken (via thedbldee)
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yamaguchi-kei:

raven-mistress:

brutereason:

thelethifoldwitch:

Val was adopted. Her dad, lovely though he was, wasn’t really her dad. She didn’t know who really was though, and her dad was kind, even if she refused to call him “dad”.
She’d never known why he’d fought so hard adopt her. She was the weird kid at the foster home, the one weird stuff happened around, the one who’d managed to warn Gemma that there was an adder by her foot, and managed to tease the adder away. 
(She made things vanish too, though she didn’t know where they went. She could get them to come back, sometimes.)
But Dudley had fought for her, said that yes, the other children were perfectly lovely but Valerian Makepeace was something else, something, he said, pointing to her empty file, no other parents had seemed prepared to accept.
Val was a child Dudley Dursley fought to adopt, and adopt her he did. When things went missing he was never angry. When odd things happened he never demanded to know what had occurred. When the snake crawled up his leg and only Val could get it off he just nodded and said, “just like Harry you are.”
She didn’t really know who Harry was. 
But when, that summer, the year she turned 11, an owl landed on her windowsill, holding a letter in its beak, Dudley smiled. “Just like Harry you are,” he said again.
He explained about magic - or what little he could. Explained how his cousin - no, he wasn’t in contact with Harry much anymore, just that odd moving Christmas card each year - could do magic. Explained how there was a place in London, Diagonally, where she could get the things on the list, if she wanted to go.
Val wanted to go.
Dudley sent a letter to his cousin. The address (Godric’s Hollow, what a funny name, Val thought) neatly written and the letter quickly responded to. A barn owl (named Wendelin, apparently) came with a letter saying to go to a particular corner in London, where Harry would meet them.
Meet them he did, him and his whole family, and extended family, red head after red head, and Harry standing dark haired among them all, two dark haired boys, bickering beside him.
"Val are you?" he said, bending a bit so his eyes, dancing and green, were at her height. "It’s alright, I didn’t know what was going on when I was told. You’re a witch. Have you ever done strange things before?"
Val nodded because she had, though she’d always hesitated to call them magic.
"It’s alright. Would you like me to show you how to do something else strange?"
Val nodded because this was an adult not just, as dad did, accepting the strangeness, but asking for it. When she tapped the bricks, lifted by Dudley so she could reach the top one, she didn’t expect anything to happen.
But they moved.
Behind her the army of redheads cheered, and as her dad lifted her down and touched a kiss to her hair she smiled, properly, widely, as she handed the wand back.
She knew what she was now.
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(Idea of Dudley having a muggle-born Slytherin daughter from ninnieamee)

I just…want to read the entire seven-book series.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME I NEED SEVEN BOOKS AND EIGHT MOVIES ABOUT THIS GOD


This is how to make a quality sequel
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Fictional people are people, too, otherwise why would we care what happens to them?Nora Roberts, The Collector (via wordsnquotes)
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wittsandtitts:

Shout out to muscular men that are still kinda chubby

Y’all are slept on so much but idk why

That lumberjack build does things to me

I like knowing I can cuddle with you but you can still fuck someone up

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effyfurrow:

nointerrruption:

I’M ACTUALLY A REALLY NICE PERSON IM JUST USED TO BEING WALKED ALL OVER AND DISRESPECTED SO SOMETIMES I COME OFF AS MEAN BUT I JUST CANT LET PEOPLE TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME AND I HAD TO GROW UP REALLY FAST OK BUT I PROMISE I HAVE A GOOD HEART AND GOOD INTENTIONS AND I DONT WANT TO EVER HURT PEOPLE’S FEELINGS BUT SOMETIMES I JSUT HAVE TO HAVE THE UPPER HAND AND MAKE SURE I DONT GET HURT IM SORR YI LOVE EVERYONE

SOMEBODY FUCKING SAID IT 

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